Still bummed over the death of Randy Savage, but will carry on.
Wrestling has been a good, bad and ugly influence in my life for twenty six years or so. How can’t you love comic book heroes coming to life, doing amazing feats of combat and acrobatics in a ring, and telling stories as old as the Iliad through mock violence? That’s right, it’s impossible!
I’ve written a number of articles and stories about wrestling, wrestlers, and the fantasy world they inhabit. Someone asked if I had a list of all of ’em, but only two are available online. One is an article on how the world of wrestling is as much a fantasy world as Middle Earth or Oz or whatever. Published at Clarkesworld, four years ago this fall. Check it out.
The next is a tale from the age when wrestling went from being a real combat sport to a con game and then became an art. Set in the rough and tumble 1920s, get my mythic take on how wrestling became a fantasy in “Skulduggery at the Junction” at the Edge of Propinquity.
Now to get back to work. Because that’s what Randy Savage would have done.
OOOOOHHH YEAH, DIG IT!